Mr. Styles // hs au

i

"Jane get up already or I'm leaving you to walk to class," Anna yells out, she's my best friend, been my best friend since freshman year of high school.

Grumbling under my breath I force myself out of bed with a thump. Great another year where no one notices me. I'll be invisible once again, with the exception of Anna, but that doesn't matter cause I'll finally be in Mr. Jones class.He's inspired me since freshman year of college last year to write poetry and write in general. His class is supposed to be the best of the best, he teaches unlike other professors and I cannot wait. 

Roughly ten minutes later I was dressed and ended up jogging out of the dorm quickly only to come to realize that Anna has already left without me.

I begin to walk down the sidewalk on campus towards the english building. Of course this has to mean that this day is going to go horribly, a morning does not simply start horribly and easily predict that wow this day is going to be amazing. What else could possibly go wrong?

Making my way through the rushed crowded groups of people rejoicing from last year, I find my way to Mr. Jones' room and take deep breath. The fabric of my shirt rubbed against my finger tips as I shyly made my way through the door.

There's no professor in here, uh that's odd. Usually Mr. Jones is ready to greet everyone whether it's walking through his hall or simply seeing him in public. Taking a seat in the back cautiously, I pull the book I'm reading outside of my backpack and start to read.

Students soon start to pile in and I take a deep breath while putting my book back in my organized backpack. I was pulled out of my thoughts by the screeching of the chalk board. In the moment I looked up I could immeditely feel my blood boil. Mr Jones was replaced by an immature young curly headed boy probably in his early twenties. 

I didn't complete tens of tens of english extra credit assignments through freshman year to see some young man teach me through his incomplete wisdom and developing of the brain. Girls throughout the room gasped and drooled over the man, while I clenched my fists in anger. I waited so long to acheive the goal of having this prodigy of a professor. Stories upon stories were told of Mr. Jones and his students that skyrocketed into the real world one of his students even becoming a world wide successful author. His name was.. John? Jack? John Yellow? Something like that.

The girl sat in the row ahead of me raised her hand and asked the professor a personal question while he answered casually. Once the girl was satisfied, his gaze shifted to me and he seemed to stiffen up. His lips parted slightly and I felt nauseous. 

After a dreadful hour of awkward silences and personal questions the clock tower had rung and I gathered my things together the quickest I could. As everyone had shuffled out I was nearly out the door when I felt a hand on my shoulder. Twisting myself around I met a pair of jade colored eyes. 

"Hello I was just wondering what your name might be?" He spoke in curiosity and I couldn't help but find his lips a lovely shade of pink. Damn it Jane, pull yourself together. 

My blood boiled more and more when I remembed that he was the one to replace the one professor I had been waiting to meet.

"Check the attendance, here's a hint it starts with a J," I mumbled while pulling my bag back up my shoulder, and stomped out of the room in anger. 

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